Sad. Poems - Poems about Sad.

I remember him seated on a bench in the park all alone A young man who did not feel at home Pleasant...

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My heart is lost in depth of woes, While sorrows echo loud. As tears descend with silent throes~ Beneath a veil of cloud. In the dark I grope for my lost heart, But it's slipped beyond my firm grip. Each tear I shed softens its grave, And deeper it sinks, out of reach. My misery drums a hollow grief, No hope of joy or...

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many of people worships their so real god ~ money just sad fact...

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I escape to a shiny lake where waters are calmer, my mistakes are not raked and the nights are warmer. Without sting rays and cold-ness of days, This town is deserted buildings flood vacancies I dream of flirtation and of illumination, so much for singularity, bringing one to peace. Thoughts are floating like ashes in the summer. I begin playing, A lost & found harmonica....

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Infinite love Has come to an end The white dove? Its neck has a bend What was promised forever Did not last Continued for never And came in last Eight months To be continued Eight months You promised no issue You promised forever You promised always You promised to never But you did anyways I cannot be mad I could not do that to you But boy am I sad To watch what we...

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flames erupt blocking light bathed in ashes death ...

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In you, I lost. I lost a lot. Somehow, in you, I lost you. I lost my virtue, my dignity, my sense of self. I lost everything I ever knew. My feelings were absent. My heart melted into oblivion. My smile vanished. The lights went out on my world. Everything was dark and gray. It...

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“Who is it about?” You. It’s always been you. For months. Worth more than gold, weighing less than mud are my thoughts. Months of downplaying, cast aside, thrown to the pigs. You. It always came back to you. With your silky hair, long and dark. Soft to the touch, like one would imagine a cloud's. Your...

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Good to you, good for you, good with you… All things I’ve always dreamt of being. But also all things I never will be. You need more than this… more than me. I stare at my ceiling and wonder what it could be… what WE could be. Nothing. I know that’s the real answer… Yet,...

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Infinite world, my only escape. Infinite world, the life I hate. My hand is cramping as I write. But I don’t care. I still fight. The lead is scraping paper thin, Slicing air with every spin. Infinite world, my one place. Infinite world, my only safe space. My pencil was once unused, Unmarked, clean, and unbruised. My hand was once unsure, Quiet, soft, and insecure. Not that...

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The good thing is I am never going to be crying, But the truth is there is still this deep heartaching longing For that very something with that very someone I am missing....

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Skies sparkled with snow diamonds drifting through the magic that surrounded the effervescent darkness. The tulle breath of the forest spirited the moonglow in a spritely capricious demeanor and addressed me as … it spoke … of the curious sounds seeping from the lavender mist. Moon and stars joined to illustrate a tale of strength behind the human laws of moral...

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Choking up chunks of half-digested sin— will I ever forgive myself? Allow myself to live? My biggest fear is falling like Icarus, and never being able to put my wings back together again. ...

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There are days the sun drags itself across the sky like a wounded thing, and I follow behind it, meek as a shadow no one asked for. My feet walk the same road to the mailbox, rocky and too long, and still I walk it. Beside me, the hemlock grows. Tall and soft, almost beautiful. It does not beckon. It does not need...

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Inspired by Bob Dylan's song "Abandoned Love" —————————————— Your fire burns deep in my ocean, But where is the ash of its burn? It's a movement without motion— A facemask fixed on the stern. I would rather fight a phantom, Than see your heart be fully claimed. I chose you—perhaps at random— To repair a heart love had maimed. My heart still jumps into my mouth Whenever...

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